“…Unless there’s another captive I don’t know about, we should wake him up. That is, should the other half of this group not have learned of, and apprehended, the true culprit. Do we have any idea if Superman could be using this John Doe as a middleman, or if it’s truly independent? Because he doesn’t strike me as someone who would want or need a middleman.”

Otto would crouch in front of the now knocked cold thug, unfazed at literally everything going to pot around him, and began slapping said thug in the face to try and elicit a response. “Earth to societal reprobate, Earth to societal reprobate.”

Joel too was focused on taking out the mind controlled rabbit thugs, sticking to Tess's tactic of shooting out their knees, before adding in a stomp to their face for good measure. On his fifth or so mook, he noticed Grey's fight with the mind-controlled Sougo.

"Well, ya better think'a somethin' fast, fox boy!" Joel grunted in response as he delivered a swift punch to one of the rushing bunny-men. "The rest of us probably ain't got long!" As Joel said this, he could feel his head beginning to grow heavy. And so could everyone else's... even Lilith's, somehow.

"Oh, don't you dare go and whine!" The Mad Hatter hissed, "You're all mine, you hear me!? All mine mine mine!!"

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The fox rolls his eyes. "Just shut up!" he shouts to the Mad Hatter, then raises a hand to throw an energy blast at one of the masked men. It wouldn't kill, it would just incapacitate him- but it would definitely sting a little, too. Grey then turns his attention to Sougo again, nodding to Shantae in gratefulness for coming to his defense. "Listen to me. We need to find the guy with the big hat and take him down. He's controlling you. After that, we can get back to rescuing the people who're trapped in the building! We don't have to fight!"

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While the rest of his teammates appeared shaken, put off-kilter, Yoshikage Kira was no such thing. Even as his world began to spin on a top and his vision took to swirling in and out of reality, he maintained his composure - panic was the enemy of productivity, after all. It appeared, by his estimation, that the man in the hat had thrust them into some kind of dream world; a Stand user? No, that was a question for another time. For the moment, Kira had to focus on remaining on his own two feet, and called forth Killer Queen to aid him in the endeavour - only to find that his Stand did not come to him.

One look at Joel's pupils, filled with fire and lustre as they were, and Kira understood.

And so, Kira turned to the old reliable. He fancied himself a decent fighter when it came down to it, although he had always relied on Killer Queen's explosives to finish his opponents. In lieu of that, he would have to improvise. While Kira did not enjoy getting his own hands dirty, when there was no other choice, he would simply have to make do. Therefore, as one of the masked men under the Hatter's thrall came his way, Kira assumed a fighting stance, ducking beneath a drunken blow hurled at his head and felling the man in the rabbit mask with a punch to the sternum, quickly followed up by a jab to the throat. If that didn't put the thug out of commission until the time came for them to be relieved, precious little would without shuffling him off the mortal coil.

For a moment, Kira considered using Killer Queen's own two hands to immobilize the turncoat of their group, but quickly decided against it. Until his Stand's work was done, he would simply have to endure. It wouldn't be long now.

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Negan watched with a still face as Voss explained the ins-and-outs of looting - which, of course, he understood. He wasn't a damn moron, after all. And he sure as shit didn't need some old asshole tellin' him the nuanced of stealing shit. And that was precisely why Negan had lost interest rather fast.

"Right..." he pursed his lips and watched, then, as Voss tried to remove the watch. Unfortunately, this didn't really yield any of the ideal results. It was pretty damn stuck to his wrist, from the looks of things. His hands alone wouldn't be able to get it off, that was for sure.

And then some purple cat thing showed up to ruin the old man's fun. Negan watched with slightly more interest as Eric took all of it for himself. The sight was ridiculous enough to actually make Negan smirk - which was more than he could say about Voss. "Well, ain't you just a huge bundle of shit?" Negan asked, putting emphasis on the "T" as he stepped forward. Lucille was given a good twirl as well. He turned to face the makeshift camp that Hershel and All Might had set up when Eric offered that they go and check it out - since that's where all the survivors were, after all.

"Mmm.... why the hell not?" Negan asked with a smile. He gestured outwards, then. "Lead the way, kitty cat!"

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With Penny checking the hostages to see if they were okay before getting them out, she focused on interrogating the man who was clearly terrified from the noises he was making alone but despite his fear, he was refusing to talk. “I don’t think you should be in any position to deny us any information, especially on the other end of a sword.” Before she spoke any further, she looked up and saw a man made entirely out of metal finally shortly followed by the girl in the red hood she saw back in the cage arrive at the scene and in response to the man’s question, she shook her head. “No but he’s most likely nearby if where we saw him fly off to was any indication.”

His stance on their approach to getting the man to talk followed by the hooded man sharing that same stance got her to release her foot and move her sword away from the masked man. “Alright, I’ll let you two take care of getting him to talk.” Stepping away, she went over to the windows to glance out them, checking to see if Superman or possibly any more men were outside before her eyes caught something that was flying though it certainly wasn’t Superman. No, this looked like a wyrm of some sort and seemed to be carrying someone and seemed it was coming their way. As it let out a roar, one that if the others didn’t hear, she’d very much question their hearing, she saw it rose up to the top before…

Oh fuck…

“Everyone, move!” Running to the door she had gone through, she Blinked through it and hugged the wall directly next to the door, hearing a crash and peaked in once the noise died down. Ciri walked back into the room, seeing debris all around with the masked man passed out and the costumed individual trying to wake him up, followed by someone crashing through the ceiling which didn’t help there being a lot of rubble. “We should get him out of here, the building’s not in good shape and interrogating him isn’t going to be easy when we’re all buried under rubble.” Seeing others get up thanks to the shockwave the bald man shot out and the newcomer that was the one on the wyrm’s back, taking a second glance to see if who she was seeing was a woman or a man, she saw the bald man walk over to one of the dead men and starting to do something in which she nodded and stood at the ready in case an attack or something else were to happen.

"WHOA."

Eric takes his paw off of the body and zips towards Negan's face, staring him dead in the eyes as he hovers directly in front of the human. His eyes are wide in shock.

"I love the compliment, but WHOA. LANGUAGE. There are kids here, my friend. You don't want them saying anything like that. The only S-word YOU should care about," the creature pokes Negan in the chest, "is sanitation. You should handle injuries with clean hands, understand? Now help me get the people with pulses to that camp over there. Careful with them, they might have broken bones. Wouldn't wanna accidentally snap a neck now, would we?"

The Espeon carefully ties his scarf around one of the bodies, using it as a neck brace as he pulls another, longer piece of fabric from his bag and wraps it around their chest with his Psychic, slowly but surely using it to pull them into the air and towards the camp. Once he's there, he smiles at Hershel and All Might. "Greetings, my two-legged compatriots! Did somebody call for a medic?"

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"I'm not too experienced with human treatments, but I'll do what I can. Sort of on-topic question, by the way: do we have anyone rescuing the people that might be stuck in that building? 'cause I'm not seeing anyone coming out."

Eric gets to work retrieving bodies from the street with Psychic, careful not to move them too quick in order to avoid any further injuries. He then takes a wrap of bandages and a few splints from the designated crate as well as some of the berries and plants in his bag and begins getting to work treating wounds.

"Hey, Hersh- Horsey- Hertz- Hershey- fancy man, you don't happen to have any rubbing alcohol on you, do you? There's only so much pine sap I can contribute here."

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JYU!

Lilith and Shantae

Grey suggests to the group that they should focus on The Hatter's henchman and he focused on Sougo and while he says this Shantae was thinking of some sort way to combat him while trying not to critically damage him, I mean sure she did ram into him in her elephant form, but thankfully that only just threw him off balance and didn't damage him much. She then thinks of some sort of idea and quickly acts upon it. "Don't worry Grey, I've got your back!" Shantae then preforms one of her dances again and this time turns into a small monkey, she uses this opportunity to climb up onto the Sougo's head as some sort of diversion.

Lilith meanwhile was still doing her own thing, now taking to account what Grey said and thankfully not taking a life yet, but luckily Shantae came up with another idea. She then calls over to Lilith and informs her of her speculation, still hanging on to the robot's head no less. "Lilith over here, I think these bunny henchman might be controlled because of those masks, try taking them off!"

"Uh...okay!" Lilith says timidly as she snapped her finger to remove some of the bunny masks the henchman dawned.

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Once the saiyan had fully scaled the building, arriving on the roof. It admitedly didnt take him very long to realise that there was infact...nothing of interest for him here. What was he thinking anyway? that the big bag would be waiting for them all at the very top, for some form of dramatic showdown? No, it didnt seem like that was the case. Bardock sighed to himself, shaking his head with that ever familiar scowl. God he felt like an idiot, though, now he gets a moment to think about what he wants to do next. Seeing as there's nothing of interest up here, maybe he should try join in on some of the other action. Sure as hell isn't going to just sit around and do nothing, and it at least sounds like something's going on below him. Maybe he should just break through the roof and see if he could get the drop on someone...though that could also end poorly.

Of course, it didn't matter what he decided to do. As a sudden roar broke his trail of thought. "What the hell was that?-" Unfortunatley, not only did it seem like it was nearby, but it finally arrived by the time he'd realised. It looked like it was some kind of dragon? It didn't matter, especially since it's talons seemed intent on tearing through the roof of the building...right where he was standing. Suddenly the roof beneath him doesn't feel very stable...

Fuck.

And so he fell, through the now crumbling roof. Honestly this whole scenario felt pretty familiar. not falling through a roof exaclty, but more just-falling, in general. Maybe in a giant energy ball of death cast by a universal tyrant who knows. But hey, hopefully he doesnt land on anyone important. Let's go with that and see where this goes. From what he could make out whilst falling, there a least seemed to be someone he didn't recognise from the group before. Someone late to the party maybe? Eh. he'll figure that out when he hits the floor below.

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Ah… information, something he so clearly craved for in this situation. And information he shall receive, as the recent pieces of information and memories rushed into his own head, the Hunter quickly organized and chose which ones he wanted to see. So he definitely ignored things like this man having a pet golden retriever or a wife and two kids, and doing this job as a veteran of the U.S. Military, eh, not useful unless he wanted to blackmail this man, but he wasn’t even worth as much to the Hunter. May as well be an ant at this point.

But here’s the money, who this man was working for. And, ah, it appears they weren’t working for Superman, who would’ve thought. Apparently, the man was working for someone called ‘Firefly’… hmm, not a name he knows. Perhaps he can ask the MEC to- And that’s when ‘elephant’ of the room made its entrance, and what better way to make a entrance by having a large dragon of all creature tore open the roof, and down came the man controlling it. Well, this person certainly was one for flashy entrances, suppose that collateral damage wasn’t on their mind today.

And as the small pieces of rubble bounced off his armor, the Hunter could only give a smirk at this newcomer. Although, it looks like they scared the thug he was interrogating to death… oh well, not like he needed them to be conscious or even alive to perform his ‘interrogation’, but it makes it far more easier to collect information from than a individual who was missing half a skull. No need to cry over spilt milk, as the Hunter gotten back to his full height, the 9’2’ Chosen looking down at Nahobino, before saying “You certainly are one to make a ‘quick’ entrance a rather flashy one, especially riding on the back of a oversized winged lizard now. But, if your plan was to accidentally crush the individuals you were attempting to reach, then you surely have almost completed that goal. But I suppose you wouldn’t care much for a few crushed people you never met before in your life.”

The Hunter finished, as he focused his sight once more to the comical scene of the spandix wearing man, attempting to slap the unconscious thug away, as if physicsl tramua would make them move. Only giving a small roll of his eyes, the Chosen grabbed the Darkclaw revolver with his left hand from the hip, giving the revolver a spin as he approached the sight. Only giving a small whistle, he didn’t even wait for Spider-Man to look at him before saying out loud “You know, I already got the information we need. If you didn’t see me ‘interrogating’ the man earlier. But, go ahead, continue slapping the man, let’s see how far you go-“ and it wasn’t long, before the Hunter raised his revolver, and fired a plasma fueled shot into the skull of the thug, surely ending the man’s life, and then saying “-Oops… well, it looks like you wouldn’t be spending the rest of your days attempting to wake up the man. Heh, now, that I have your attention.”

And with that, the Hunter then turned to face everyone here, acknowledging their presence and then saying “Before this man’s diagnosis of ‘permanent’ brain damage, I got some information out of him. Apparently, Superman wasn’t even involved in this, much less, relate to everything here. However, I do know that this man works for someone called ‘Firefly’, yeah, real menacing name, I know. That does mean that either, A) Firefly is somewhere in this very building, on the lower floors running the whole fireworks show here, or B) was the one who sent his little goons to do the job here. Nonetheless, waiting here wouldn’t be beneficial to our time.” The Hunter said, before turning to face and pointing at Ultron “You there, MEC, Lex did mention earlier that you were capable of accessing the ‘internet’ around here. Suppose you should start devoting your time to figuring out anything about this ‘Firefly’, if there’s any information about them out here. Any little tip would be appreciated.” The Hunter gave a smile towards Ultron. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have to go out of his way, and ask other people to give him ‘aid’ in such a thing, but due to being in a situation that cannot allow for such, may as well get every opportunity he can get.

“Now, if you wanna continue standing around, gasping at every little single thing that happens-“ although, he was interrupted with the sudden appearance of Bardock, only giving an amuse brow of acknowledgement, before continuing “as I was saying. I’m gonna start heading down to the lower floors and start hunting down anything else down below, if you wanna come join in on the fun, then do come with.” As the Hunter made his way to the staircase, slouching as he went through the stairway (and staying out of the way of Ciri) as he calmly made his way down. Huh, well it appears like he may have been a bit too calm for all this happening, but hey, he honestly could care less about wheter or not he should stop and think about what has happened. Far more easier on the mind.

Seeing Shantae in her monkey form jump on Sougo and the man flailing around trying to peel her off his face, Grey takes the opportunity to grab Sougo by the arm and pull him away from the other masked attackers. He launches more bolts of energy at the minions of the Hatter, then turns to another small group of them. His scarf goes from its signature pink to a brilliant white in the blink of an eye, and outstretching his arm, he launches a small, violent tornado at the group that's sure to blow them away and knock them all down for the rest of the fight!

"Keep him occupied, weird... shapeshifting girl!" he shouts at Shantae, then raises his voice to address the Hatter. "Are you gonna help your goons or what?"

The rising heaviness in his head is making it a bit more difficult to fight, but Grey powers through.

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The thug was terrified, he'd probably accept twenty bucks at this rate. He would happily dig into someone's bank account to ensure cooperation, but it seemed that wouldn't be needed. It seemed like among them the swordswoman was willing enough to ease up on the thug. But as the alien approached the man and grabbed him he'd seemingly connected with him in a way the AI didn't understand, and after the screaming he really didn't want to. He'd sit back and watch, or he would have if it weren't for the fact a dragon had been crash landed into the building. "Oh you have got to be kidding me..." The robot's tone was less alarm and more annoyance. It looked like that had pushed the man over the edge and he was out cold. But at least with lightning lad's abilities the rubble wasn't going to kill anyone for now. He shook off any debris coating himself and his drones and shot daggers at the rider, accentuated by the red of his optics. "What the hell were you thinking riding a dragon into a collapsing building?!" The murderbot shook his head in disbelief. "I'll take him and the other non-dead ones down to the medical area, they might be of some use, and if not well..." He didn't elaborate further, it didn't seem like he needed to either. The alien had gotten what he'd wanted and shot the unconscious man dead, so long as he'd gotten the information it made no difference to him.
He assumed the alien was referring to him as a MEC. "Well here's what I can piece on name alone, he can fly so there's no reason for him to be downstairs and inside, and he probably likes to light fires. My brief construction time in Gotham has informed me he's some sort of pyromaniac from that area. I don't think he's local and Superman certainly wouldn't need help." He watched as the alien began walking away, why did he even bother? He should have heard him at least, the others as well considering they were still in the area. He didn't need prompting to do research considering the conversation he was having through one of his drones. He would look into both Superman and Firefly through the internet.
He looked at the webbed thugs for a moment, he already had a name which was more than enough, but if they knew anything different than the other one they might be of some use, and if not well...
The drones worked to uproot the thug cocoons, one taking both like a bag of sticky potatoes and flying off, while the other returned to Ultron's side.
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The drone seemed to be staring at All Might, listening to him talk. It shook it's head "I scrubbed the footage Luthor showed earlier and it didn't appear edited in any way." Though rather than rant, the AI seemed more receptive to the heroes tone and request. Another drone flew down with two webbed bundles of thug hot and ready, dropped at All Might and Herschel's feet. This new one had the red glow in it's visor, and the other drone joined the others in giving medical aid. "These guys were holding hostages up top, they're working for Firefly. I'm currently researching both him... And Superman..." Despite not having a face, the drone dripped in reserved resentment for looking to clear Superman of his misdeeds. The drones were taking advantage of the medical supplies after being informed by Herschel. "Honestly I didn't trust him from the start, honestly he's just this world's Jeff Bezos, and I think there's some sort of universal law of bald equals bald, just look at Austin Powers." The drone took notice of the new arrivals and flew closer to All Might and Herschel, the machine lowered it's audio as it spoke only to them "But if your watches just so happen to 'break' or 'get dirty' I can 'fix' them. Honestly I could improve them." The machine accented it's proposal with hand gestures to make up for facial gestures, hoping it's human companions would get the idea.
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Having noticed Ultron's apparent need for secrecy, he floats over and whispers directly into Ultron's... audio receptors? Let's just call them ears.

"are we telling secrets" he asks excitedly. "i have one too... did you know the human body can survive with only 22 bones intact"

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Kurumi Amano

Whoops, haha! That was NOT what they had intended. Seth had just landed a bit too sharply, predatory, icy glare sending a chill down the spines of the thugs. Its roar was deafening too, its tail tripping over a couple of the thugs with a less than graceful swipe. With the debris flying everywhere and crumbling on top of everyone else, a sharp pang of worry shot down their chest, heart dropping. They didn’t want anyone to be wounded, and that would have been entirely their fault!

Seth, I didn’t say BREAK THE WHOLE ROOF! Nahobino takes a deep breath, making a solemn prayer that hopefully nobody was hurt in this endeavor, and nobody was too mad at him. The Proto-Fiend dismounted the pristine Egyptian God in a hurry, in the hopes that he would be able to salvage anyone in imminent danger. And if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him—was that a revolver in the Chosen’s hands? Lo and behold, it was! Nahobino’s heart froze and his eyes widened. They had zero clue what was even going on, and that’s what made the situation even more tense for them. The Chosen Hunter possessed a gangly blue face, and maintained a sour expression through the investigation of the “thug”, akin to the image of biting into a lemon and unable to take the bitterness. However, before he can register anything else, on top of The Chosen Hunter’s comments on his dragon—he’s not oversized, he’s perfect, thank you very much, the roof collapses once more and someone falls through. In a panicked shriek, Nahobino’s long, feminine lashes billowed at the man he now held in his slightly muscular arms. Never before had Kurumi noticed how time was so much like water; that it can pass slowly, a drop at a time, freeze, or rush by in a blink. At this very moment, time was moving like a jet. At a loss for words, instead of looking at all surprised, as if used to this happening, his blue lips remained an uncharacteristic grim line as he held Bardock, looking..

Unimpressed. They don’t say anything, just.. rather.. looking at the Saiyan. Talk about awkward. They didn’t talk very much.

He turned around to see Cole still holding his own. He needed to help him—but for now, he had to deal with saving this civilian from the Chosen’s wrath.

”NO! DON’T!—” Nahobino screamed, dropping Bardock and assuming a combative stance, morphing his hand into a laser blade and bounding off for who he assumed was the enemy with a lethal slash. A demon, killing a human. But it was too late, gunshot resounding in his ears, and blood splattering on the floor as the corpse fell, lifeless. Traumatizing. As soon as their blade went to connect for The Chosen, they could be slapped or blasted away very easily due to how jumpy and nervous they were, luscious locks fluttering in the wind behind him. They didn’t.. really think their attack through.


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Bayonetta

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"Ciri? I'll keep that name in mind. Always nice to meet someone else who isn't entertained by all this blather." She piped in response to the white-haired woman revealing her name. Her tone remained as collected as possible, but the same shadow that'd passed over her usual unbothered expression remained for a moment as Bayonetta thought on how Ciri had brushed over the fact of how she'd known her. That, it seemed, would be a matter for the two of them to discuss later as the dark-haired man who she'd spoken to before responded in turn. The more grim aspects of Bayonetta's expression seemed to melt away slowly as she listened to what he had to say. Well! It seemed there was at least a few someones here with class. "Bayonetta or Cereza, your pick. Though for reasons beyond me, people seem to like the first better..." She stated in response with her name, her lips quirking up into a smile as she listened to his flattery and explanations. "In this business-" Bayonetta began before being cut off by the crack of an explosion in one of the nearby buildings. The sound of everyone's scramble to get out and assess the damage nearly drowned out Luthor's call to action, but she just about managed to hear him as she joined the others in scrambling out. Her shoes rapidly clicked against the tile and soon the pavement as she found herself, like the others, in front of the damaged building in question. The Umbra Witch's expertise wasn't in human affairs, far from it. But the Laguna and sometimes Infernals she'd dealt with had always targeted her or someone similarly inclined to the affairs of the Trinity of Realities. The damages done in the process? As far as she knew, it was always manageable damage, places like empty streets of historical cities, damage that simply hadn't mattered, or conveniently empty areas affected by her business. That was all, in the end, collateral that'd hardly left a scar on the world. But this? This was different from anything she'd imagine this "Superman" would've done prior to whatever details that man in the office enjoyed keeping in his hand. Seeing it in front of her was much different than the footage. This wasn't accidental in the slightest.

This was fucking slaughter.

She watched as the other members of the group charge off in their own directions to handle the survivors. Good, leave it to them. The civilians needed help, but not nearly as much as she wanted to punch this "Superman" in the face. Bayonetta stewed in a rage concealed by her silence as she entered Purgatorio once again through a similar emblem to the one Lucifer had seen her exit. As quickly as she entered, she summoned the wings of Malphas similarly to how she'd done before, rising up to the top of the building quickly in flight.



Bayonetta wasn't alone in the motion.Morningstar and another spiky-haired individual whose name she hadn't caught had also flown up looking for a fight, their silhouettes outlined in purple as she looked herself for the assailant. While everyone scrambled to manage their respective situations below, the Umbra Witchherself found as much luck as it seemed her fellow spiky-haired searcher did. In the midst of all the chaos, it seemed that the man in question had slipped away. Bayonetta let out a frustrated but resigned sigh as she began to recollect herself, slipping out of Purgatorio behind Lucifer out of a similar emblem that she'd appeared out of before.



Bayonetta emerged right about on time to hear the angel taunting the seemingly no-showing "hero", tp which she responded with a click of her tongue meant to mimic disappointment. "Now, now, Morningstar, is that any way to greet a new playmate?" She quipped, her tone retaining some of it's playful edge but her face mirroring whatever flavor of frustration and anger Lucifer felt. Bayonetta paused a moment for dramatic effect, flying in front of him to make her silent yet similar rage known to him with her absent smile. "Then again, he did stand us up, so maybe we should call him whatever awful names come to mind." She stated, examining the scene below with her silvery-blue eyes as she looked for another outlet of helping in this situation. Bayonetta quickly found it in the group before examining some of the people in the street. Her gaze darted back up to Morningstar. "Would you look at that? Seems they've forgotten to give us an invitation to the little party they're throwing." She commented, drawing his attention to the group below. "I don't know about you, Morningstar, but I say we jump from one venue to the next." Bayonetta glanced at him as if offering him to follow, but regardless if he did, she began descending to the ground. Whoever was below would likely be able to see her, as she was now out of Purgatorio but she intentionally took some time landing as she glanced a few times back upwards in case the bully would suddenly show up. Late arrivals were some people's style, after all.

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